Free All My 4s
Free all of my fours
But I'm still in the trenches
This Glock gone blow
R I P my bros
That lost they life
Down on that road
It was just a year ago
I lost my brother
To a nigga playing with a pole
And it hurt me
Lord I'm just praying
I can ball without my jersey
Every night stay up late
And every morning wake up early
Train find my purpose
Lord knows I'm working
Need a connection out the streets
And I got bad service
Long live Rek he was a dad
I ain't gone lie it hurt me
I was losing everything
Wonder how God was working
One day it's gone turn out perfect
Been stuck off in these streets
I wonder if it's worth it
Nigga been ducking beef
Don't think they pistol's working
Aw man we tote glocks
No these hoes don't jam
Tell them niggas
Throw they flows away
They all spam
My baddest hoe
She love posting me
She don't give a damn
When I hit her from the back Made her say free cap
Free all my fours
It's RIP Flock
I pop a perky everyday for you
Forever running routes
For eighteen
RIP lil dude
Long live Hozay
I love you cuh
You gone way too soon
Everyday this shit look brighter
But here come the moon
Twenty four years ago
A star was made
In the month of June
I like to keep quiet
Loudest prolly brokest in the room
My lil bitch name April
Keep her tool
No you can't play her fool
I am such a predator
I'm turing every beat to food
Talk not listen
That's what people do
If you listen
You might reap a few
Bitch I'm picking out these bodies
Like a reaper do
Puffing on exotic
While I'm riding
In a Beamer coupe
She wanna get inside it
It is not no space for you
Just me and my chopper
When I'm riding
I shoot out the roof
Just got me a pint
And imma dirty up a drink or two
Speak bad on my name
And imma show you
What this stain will do
But I'm still in the trenches
This Glock gone blow
R I P my bros
That lost they life
Down on that road
It was just a year ago
I lost my brother
To a nigga playing with a pole
And it hurt me
Lord I'm just praying
I can ball without my jersey
Every night stay up late
And every morning wake up early
Train find my purpose
Lord knows I'm working
Need a connection out the streets
And I got bad service
Long live Rek he was a dad
I ain't gone lie it hurt me
I was losing everything
Wonder how God was working
One day it's gone turn out perfect
Been stuck off in these streets
I wonder if it's worth it
Nigga been ducking beef
Don't think they pistol's working
Aw man we tote glocks
No these hoes don't jam
Tell them niggas
Throw they flows away
They all spam
My baddest hoe
She love posting me
She don't give a damn
When I hit her from the back Made her say free cap
Free all my fours
It's RIP Flock
I pop a perky everyday for you
Forever running routes
For eighteen
RIP lil dude
Long live Hozay
I love you cuh
You gone way too soon
Everyday this shit look brighter
But here come the moon
Twenty four years ago
A star was made
In the month of June
I like to keep quiet
Loudest prolly brokest in the room
My lil bitch name April
Keep her tool
No you can't play her fool
I am such a predator
I'm turing every beat to food
Talk not listen
That's what people do
If you listen
You might reap a few
Bitch I'm picking out these bodies
Like a reaper do
Puffing on exotic
While I'm riding
In a Beamer coupe
She wanna get inside it
It is not no space for you
Just me and my chopper
When I'm riding
I shoot out the roof
Just got me a pint
And imma dirty up a drink or two
Speak bad on my name
And imma show you
What this stain will do
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Writer(s): Jacquez Gantt
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